day night, and proposing to stay there till Monday, he had inquired of the servants whether any of them went on a Sunday to a place of worship. To his surprise, he found that they were all required to go, at least one part of the day; and that the master, with his wife and family, never failed to attend public worship; that they had family prayers at which all the servants, who were not particularly engaged were required to be present. Surprised by this uncommon appearance of religion, in a situation where he little expected to find it, he inquired of the landlord by what means he possessed such a sense of the importance of religion.

He was told, that it was owing to a work which a gentleman had sent him several years ago, after speaking to him, in a manner which deeply interested him, of the goodness of God, in giving his Son to die for our sins. On desiring to see the work he found it to be "The Complete Duty of Man." Rejoiced to find that his guest was going to pay a visit to Mr. Venn, he immediately wrote a letter to him, expressing in the fulness of his heart, the obligations which he owed him, and the happiness which himself, his wife, and many of his children and domestics enjoyed daily, in consequence of that conversation which Mr. Venn had had with him, and the book which he had sent him, which he had read again and again, with increasing comfort and advantage.

Immorality in London.

A SERMON preached in London a few years since, in aid of the London City Mission, by Rev. John Harris presents us with some startling statistical facts-and shows the importance of well directed efforts to root out. or at least diminish to some extent, the scenes of vice and infamy which abound in that city. Of its million and at half of inhabitants, it is believed that from 500,000 to 800,000 live in utter disregard of all religious ceremonies or duties. Of this class, it is computed from facts, collected with great care, that there are 12,000 children always training in crime, graduating in vice, to reinforce and perpetuate the great system of iniquity: 3000 per

sons are receivers of stolen property, speculators and dealers in human depravity; 4000 are annually committed for criminal offences; 10,000 are addicted to gambling; above 20,000 to street beggary-and 30,000 are living by theft and fraud. And, adds Mr. Harris, that this dreadful energy of evil may not flag from exhaustion, it is supplied and fed with 3,000,000 pounds sterling worth of spirituous liquors annually-15,000 are habitual gin drinkers 23,000 persons are annually found helplessly drunk in the streets. The number of persons of both sexes, who have abandoned themselves to systematic debauchery and profligacy, is not less than 150,000-80,000 females receive the wages of prostitution of whom 8,000 die every year! Gaming houses, dens of infamy and guilt, and public houses, gin palaces, and beer shops, abound throughout the city.

Labors of a Tract Visiter.

In my communication a few weeks since, I mentioned the conversation of two mothers. On the following month, a Catholic, on whom I had urged the necessity of a change of heart, became dangerously ill. He was advised to send for his priest, that he might receive absolution; but this he utterly refused to do. He had received light enough to convince him that none could "forgive sins but God only." He therefore sent for the Tract Visiter, whom he now considered as his best friend and counsellor. His friends, of course, objected to this; but he was firm, and told them they must cease disturbing him on that subject, or stay away.

The visiter saw him almost daily during his sickness, praying with and for him, and pouring upon his dark nind the simplest truths of the gospel, which he eagerly received, and which became the joy of his heart. With humble gratitude and lively faith, his soul rested upon the Lord Jesus Christ as his only mediator and all-sufficient sacrifice. He rejoiced in the Lord, and joyed in the God of his salvation.

His Catholic friends were astonished, not less at the doctrines inculcated, than at their happy effects. Soon

they began to come in every evening to hear the conver sation and join in prayer, and were ready to say with one voice, "Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his."

Having given up his priest, he requested the visits of a Protestant clergyman, who was delighted at his child-like simplicity, and sincere love of the truth. He once said to the minister, "Talk to me as my father does," meaning the Tract Visiter, "like as a father he has intructed me in the simple truths of the gospel of the blessed God."

In this state of mind he continued for many weeks; while the outward man was failing, the inward man was renewed, day by day, till at length, with joyful hope of a resurrection to life everlasting, he "fell asleep." "Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord."

This instance shows us that the condition of those who are enveloped in the thickest darkness of error, and fortified by the strongest prejudices, is not utterly hopeless. "Speaking the truth in love," we may approach them and gain access to their hearts. It is not by bitter controversy, by reproach and invective, that this class of persons are to be brought to embrace the true faith. We must show them the superiority of our doctrine by its happy influence upon our own hearts and lives. They must see our faith in our works. If this course was generally pursued by christians, I have no doubt that our success would be greatly increased..

The following illustrates the power of the gospel to reach another class of persons:

Early one evening I was called upon by a young man, who was evidently agitated by deep and solemn feeling. "Will you go with me to see a friend?" said he. I accompanied him. On our way he made me acquainted with the character of the person to be visited. He had been a play-actor, and was a deist. This young man, while sitting up with him the previous night, believing he would never recover, asked him, "Do you ever pray?" "O yes," said he, "I pray to God." "I fear he will not hear you." "At once," said the young man, "I felt my own lost condition, and that it was the blind leading the olind. Now, sir, I want you to instruct my poor friend and myself." We entered the house and room of the in

valid. The Lord had prepared the way. He listened to the truth, and engaged heartily in prayer. It was a sol emn scene. The friend and wife of the sick man as well as himself, seemed to apprehend the plan of salvation, and to feel that their only hope was in Christ. One is gone to give up his last account. The other two yet live, and are now consistent members of the church, ascribing their conversion, under God, to the continued efforts of the Tract Visiter.

A Mother's Dying Love.

THE plague broke out in a little Italian village. In one house the children were taken first. The parents watched over them, but only caught the disease they could not cure. The whole family died. On the opposite side of the way, lived the family of a poor laborer, who was absent the whole week; only coming home on Saturday night, to bring his scanty earnings. His wife felt herself attacked by the fever in the night. In the morning she was much worse, and before night the plague-spot showed itself. She thought of the terrible fate of her neighbors. She knew she must die, but, as she looked upon her dear boys, she resolved not to communicate death to them. She therefore locked the children into the room, and snatched the bed-clothes, lest they should keep the contagion behind her, and left the house. She even denied herself the sad pleasure of a last embrace. O think of the heroism which enabled her to conquer her feelings, and leave home and all she loved-to die. Her oldest child saw her from the window. "Good bye, mother," said he, with his tenderest tone, for he wondered why his mother left them so strangely.

"Good bye, mother," repeated the youngest child, stretching his little hand out of the window. The mother paused. Her heart was drawn towards her children, and she was on the point of rushing back. She struggled hard, while the tears rolled down her cheeks, at the sigh of her helpless babes. At length she turned from them. The children continued to cry "Good bye, mother." The sounds sent a thrill of anguish to her heart; but she

pressed on to the house of those who were to bury her. In two days she died, recommending her husband and children to their care, with her dying breath.

O that mothers were as careful not to impart the worse contagion of sin to their children.

General Burn's Allegory.

I THOUGHT I was sitting, a little before daylight in the morning, with my deceased brother, on the wall of the parish Church-yard. We remained silent for some time, and then he asked me if I would not go with him into the church. I readily consented, and immediately rising up, walked with him towards the porch, or outer gate, which I thought was very large and spacious; but when we had passed through it, and came to the inner door that led directly into the body of the church, some way or other, but how I could not well conceive, my brother slipped in before me; and when I attempted to follow, which I was all eagerness to do, the door, which slid from the top to the bottom, like those in some fortified towns on the continent, was instantly let down more than half way, so that I now found it requisite to bend myself almost double before I could possibly enter. But as I stooped to try, the door continued to fall lower and lower, and consequently the passage became so narrow that I found it altogether impracticable in that posture. Grieved to be left behind, I determined to get in, if possible, and fell down on my hands and tried to squeeze my head and shoulders through; but finding myself still too high, I then kneeled down, crept, wrestled, and pushed more eagerly, but all to no purpose. Vexed to the last degree, yet unwilling to be left outside, I came to the resolution of throwing off all my clothes, and crawling like a worm; but being very desirous to preserve a fine silk embroidered waistcoat which I had brought from France I kept that on, in hopes of being able to carry it with me. Then laying myself flat on my face, I toiled, and pushed, and strove, soiled my embroidered waistcoat, but could not get in, after all. At last, driven almost to despair, I stripped myself entire ly, and forced my body between the door and the ground,